Bird

A Dani Jo-ism

Our new home in Inver Grove finds us with a very nice, wide sidewalk which passes near a local nursery.  The landscaping is marvelous, and it makes a very nice walk.  Since we no longer have a back yard, and so Bob The Dog must be walked for his periodic restroom needs, I find myself walking the sidewalk frequently, often with one or both of the two children who still live at home.

One fine evening, Dani Jo and I were walking along near some conspicuously lovely foliage.   The air was clean, the sun was sinking, and it was a truly lovely time.  Dani Jo, who doesn't miss an opportunity to maximize on "creating memories" seemed to be particularly caught-up with the events.  It became clear that she was searching for something momentous to say; perhaps to cap the sheer elegance of the experience.

She stopped, and in a hushed tone, she whispered to me "Dad, do you see that bird?", pointing at what appeared to be a robin.  Then, with the same quietness, and complete sincerity  "I think it's a red-breasted hat-nutch".